Be nice, won't you? ^.^; This is not only my first attempt at RussiaxChina, but also my first lemon... Even if it's not really a full one. My first lemon wedge, neh?
- disclaimer, yada, yada, yada –
Oh, and also. For future reference, Hui is the human name I chose for Hong Kong in an rp of mine – shout out to everyone of LotM! – before I had really bothered to look up various fan given names.
A few good weeks had passed since the arrival of Hong Kong to his elder brother China's home. Few truly affectionate moves had been put into place on the younger teens part after the ceremonial passing of the marshal piece, but the other most certainly got his fill by eliciting adorable blushes and mumbled retorts whenever he would suddenly embrace his cute little Hong Kong for no reason at all. He was of Asian lineage, of course he could manage in a quick motion such as this without warning his enemy to said onslaught! That said, the mahogany toned set of thick brows aside, Hui was just as Chinese, instincts long past forgotten soon kicking in to allow a few dodges here and there. Though this made Yao all the more giddy and his tackling to the floor ever harder. It was during one of such occasions that Hui learned of China's relationship with a certain be-scarved giant of a man.
"Da? Can I join in the fun?" A voice called from the doorway, causing both Chinese males to glance up from their respective places on the floor and meet amethyst toned orbs rising high as a mountain above them. The scrambling to get to his feet that ensued from China and accompanied blush were noted by the younger of the two.
Ivan Braginski... Hong Kong knew of him, as undoubtedly everyone did, he being a very large and formidable nation indeed. He was quite aware of the bad blood he had held with his sister Taiwan for years. For a while he had become lightly acquainted with the man when he himself acted as a go-between in trade amongst the Asian nations and Russia. The silver hair, deep purple eyes, and large body could be recognized by most anyone. If a bit begrudgingly, he recalled the close friendship his elder brother and this large man had shared in years prior. Apparently this had not fallen through, considering the light bit of teasing that was being made between the two, the Russian would make tentative comments to bring up flustered retorts from the tiny in comparison male. Was it possible that...?
Yao panted heavily, apparently the only one feeling the effects of the growing problem in his southern regions. No, there really was another individual that had noted this, though this specific being gave no moans of exasperated pleasure and holed up desires. Instead the rough, calloused hands made it all the more worse by lightly stroking the head of his trembling erection.
"Haven't I told you - shown you - many times before how... Possessive I am, da?" Ivan breathed into the thin little neck of his lover, grin playing on his lips and eyes heavily veiled with lust.
These were newly attempted positions, and they were doing wonders on China's libido in a very sick, twisted way. Using the scarf in place of rope or the ever beloved handcuffs Ivan had tied both wrists of his little toy to the headboard. Sitting on his knees, Yao faced the wooden piece of furniture with his sweaty forehead resting upon his arms, breath ragged. It had taken Russia no time at all to strip him of all his clothing. Though it never did. On the flip side, all that had been relieved from Russia's skin was the scarf, leaving him to remain fully clothed.
"I-I'm sorry, aru. Forgive m-me... A-ARUU!?"
Spasms racked his body, back arching instinctively. While one hand continued to massage his member in a painstakingly slow manner, Ivan had slowly, softly, drug his tongue along the long ropey scar that decorated Yao's back. It was this single blemish of his otherwise porcelain skin that gave signs to his history of war. Just as the course, wet muscle left the upper tip of the old battle wound the pressure and heat was released with a cry, China coming all over Russia's palm.
This single sound was soon dwarfed by its cousins as the night continued on. Coat and other articles of clothing eventually shed, Ivan pumped hard into the much smaller man, fingers gripping China's hips and lips pressed against the heated neck, sheet of black hair sticking to the Asian's face and back. Moans of Ivan's names and various Chinese words or phrases were screamed out, newfound erection aching whilst Russia continually pounded into his sweet spot within overwhelmingly tight heat. Remaining silent beyond deep grunts, Yao was the only one to scream out when the two of them released in unison.
"So this means I win the bet, da?"
"I suppose so... It never occurred to me that Chi-niki could be so... Vocal."
Returning from his shower, Yao fingered the fluffy towel draped over his shoulders with a single thin brow raised curiously. What were those two talking about? Not the day before they had said hardly a word at all, and now they were chatting away in his kitchen. Pressing the lush fabric to his mouth, he blushed deeply. How had he decided to explain the Russian's staying over, again?
Upon his entering of the room in which Hui and Ivan had been conversing China was greeted with the sight of the latter grinning triumphantly and holding a red marshall piece in his gloved hand. "I have won, da. See?"
"Aru... What did you win?" Yao offered in a murmur, managing a small smile. He didn't much like how this was turning out...
"I told Hui here he would most certainly be able to hear you from his room all the way at the other end of the house, da. He didn't believe me." As he spoke Ivan had stood and approached the lithe form of the Chinese man, wrapping his arms around him from the back and pressing a soft kiss to the top of the still damp head of midnight locks.
"I'm surprised, Chi-niki. I was so sure you had more self-discipline than that. Or at least care for me," Hong Kong muttered without a care, sipping his tea. Honestly, making such errotic sounds when his newly arrived brother - a young one, at that, quite impressionable - was around. Uncharacteristicly, Hui was enjoying this too much to keep a small, "tsk, tsk, tsk," from leaving his lips.
"A-ARUU!?"
Russia couldn't quite decide... Even when taking into consideration their countless romps in the bedroom and... Various other places, had he ever seen his little Oriental this red?
I love you, Haya-chan 3
And on a side note, I'm home with a stomach bug as I write this, so it may not be my best in the world XP
Not to mention I've been going between playing my cousin's Suikoden V - which has brought quite a few sobs on my part -, sleeping, puking my guts out, and writing this... Ferid~! I love you! *cries*
Anyway! If there are any pairings involving China and Hong Kong that you especially like, or possibly pairings of the other Asians *ish most certainly going to indulge her love for GreecexJapan somewhere along the line* I'd be happy to try and write a chapter for ya! Suggestions are loved too!
As are reviews... Pwease?
